Name: Broshgar Bloodhammer
Level: 33 and rising!
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience:
Started to roleplay on WoW 2007 during the TBC period and I used to rp alot as a Belf. Did some other side RP Projects on other games such as ESO, EVE Online and SwTOR. Roleplay is something I hold dear and after nearly over twelve years of RP, I intend to continue. When it comes to the RP itself, I consider myself as a medium/Heavy roleplayer who finds the Lore to be important.
I wish to share that I've also led Convocation of Elrendar (Heavy Belf RP Guild on Sha'tar server) as an Archon (Highest rank) with Three other Archons (Edanna, Sorlain and Relcha).
And finally, please write a short story and/or (IC) introduction about your character:
(Still on pen&paper stage.)
Draenor. It used to be home, but no longer.
No matter how many Lightbound Draenei he slew, it wouldn't make any difference, it didn't bring closer to victory.
Many of his friends died in the field of battle and he stared in the eyes of Death often but yet he prevailed.
Broshgar was but a mere moment away from Death when he, suddenly, found himself on Another World.
Azeroth. On a planet, in a time unknown to him and his kinsman that followed.
It took him a matter of months before he could settle down and accept the fact that this world and this place, Orgrimmar, is his new home.
He and his kin swore allegiance to the Horde and Broshgar found his familiar place, as a warrior, a grunt who used to be out there in the frontlines fighting whatever that may be a threat not only to him but to his new-found home.
However, finding the right company was a little harder, among the green Orcs he couldn't help but feel himself left out, different from them. The green Orcs didn't follow the 'old ways' to the letter as he and his kin did. And there was much confusion when it came to sharing history.
It occured to him that he had to take some time for himself and decided to learn the lay of the land.
Broshgar lives now on the outskirt of Durotar by himself. It was a simple life he made for himself. Hunting like he used to, fighting when he had to and occasionally selling skin and hides in Orgrimmar, it was a living he accustomed himself to. But he still miss the company of the clan and sometimes, while sitting by his campfire and eating, he remember the stories his father told him when he was younger. About Grommash Hellscream and his defiance against the demons, the visitors that came from the Great Portal and how the Iron Horde became defeated.
Still young, he kept dreaming of finding glory and to live and die with honor. For such was his way and that of his clan. Just like his father and his grandfather before him. Honor was something that he held in high regard.